She melts in your mouth
like the hot resin of a ripened tree
The m's roll off your tongue poetically
She has her own glow
Amber comes in many colors like a
rainbow
Sometimes cloudy and sometimes clear
The ones with fossils are worth the
most; it makes sense
Because skeletons are a big expense
Sometimes you see straight through her
A connoisseur of fragile glass
Shades of golden yellow to fern green
to lime or orange
Amber is diffuse, her energy attracts
her words interact it’s a fact
mellow yellow amber golden mellow tones
color range from orange peel to
bittersweet to tangerine
controls your senses
Releases chemicals into your brain
every woman’s dream
Amber grounds your energies
Rules your naval chakra
using golden orange tools
she draws disease from your wounds
Cleanses your organs of poisons
Revitalizes your organs
The ancient gods burned her
The 3 holy ones revered Amber
Used in all holy and spiritual rituals
Her incense & jewels persist
And are still renown
today
… How can you go wrong
if you choose her once she’s chosen
you…
© Joy Leftow
*This was written for Amber Atiya, in 2008, when she was still using the name Precious Jones. This poem was an attempt to convince her that her birth name, Amber, is beautiful and very valuable!
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